As a bird soars highIn the free holding of the wind,Clear of the certainty of ground,Opening the imagination of wingsInto the grace of emptinessTo fulfill new voyagings,May your life awakenTo the call of its freedom.

As the ocean absolves itselfOf the expectation of land,Approaching onlyIn the form of wavesThat fill and pleat and fallWith such gradual eleganceAs to make of the limitA sonorous thresholdWhose music echoes back amongThe give and strain of memory,Thus may your heart know the patienceThat can draw infinity from limitation.

As the embrace of the earthWelcomes all we call death,Taking deep into itselfThe right solitude of a seed,Allowing it timeTo shed the grip of former formAnd give way to a deeper generosityThat will one day send it forth,A tree into springtime,May all that holds youFall from its hungry ledgeInto the fecund surge of your heart.